Icarus Redux

[The Rider]

Please drip your wax upon my open yet crossed arms,
For I wish to fly again.

With such tender care you placed these feathers,
And with such tender care you rip them away again.

It seems each time we meet,
I have to win you back again.

Until one day,
when I have reached my greatest height

I will plummet

And your waxen love shall ultimatly rain down upon you
In my own tears.

[PrinceMyshkin]

A great subject, to which you've done credit.

[The Rider]

Thanks Prince!